I STARTED WRITING THIS CHAPTER RIGHT AFTER I POSTED THE LAST ONE, SO I'M HOPING TO HAVE THIS UP SOONER THAN USUAL! THANK YOU, AGAIN, FOR YOUR LOYALTY. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST READERS.

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"What?" Emma gasped, then recoiled, throwing herself off the couch. "No, no, no, no, no." She started to back away.

"I just want to reiterate that we didn't mean for this…" James said, but knew it wouldn't help.

"I don't want siblings! This isn't fair!" Emma knew she'll probably wake the whole kingdom up, but she didn't care, not right now. She backed up more before charging up the stairs, tears streaming down her face. Graham awoke to the slamming door. Muffling a groan, he sat up, looking at Emma expectantly.

"What happened this time?" He asked.

"Snow, Snow's pregnant." She forced out through grit teeth, eyes screwed shut. Sudden nausea takes over and it's all she can do not to puke.

"Oh, Emma." Graham stretches his arms out. Slowly, Emma walked into them, and he holds her tight, rocking her until the sobs subside. She felt like someone stuck a knife through her heart and twisted, hard. "You wanna talk about it?"

"This is really bad timing. I mean, it's good. This is a good thing. They get a second chance at being parents cause God knows I must be a horrible kid. Look at me, Graham! I wish my parents weren't pregnant cause I want the attention. I'm just a burden." Then she started sobbing again.

"You're not a horrible kid, Em." He pulls back, forcing her to look at him. She has a hell of a time keeping eye contact, but manages. "Emma Swan, you are the most amazing person I know. I think I vouch for everyone when I say that. All parents can ask for is unconditional love from their child, and you give them so much more than that." She gave him a watery smile. "Think of it this way. Has Henry ever done something so infuriating that you feel more hurt than anger?" She nodded. "But you still loved him. You wouldn't trade him for the world. Snow and James harbor that some love for you. There's nothing you can do that will piss them off so much that they resent you."

"Even if I royally screw up?" Emma sounded like a kid but didn't care.

"Yes." Graham said. Then he smiled. "Do you realize the irony of that statement?"

"Yeah." She laughed. "I'm royal. Nobody's letting me forget that, either."

"You feel better?"

"A little. I still don't want siblings. Nothing can change that."

"That's perfectly normal, Emma."

"I think I should go talk to them." She sighed.

"I think that's a good idea." He gave her a kiss. She carefully crept back down the stairs, relieved to find her parents still on the couch.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Emma!" They say in unison.

"Sorry." She said, slowly inching her way over. "I over-reacted. Um, I'm happy for you."

"But you're not happy." Snow frowned.

"I-" She sighed in frustration, raking a hand through her hair. "I don't play well with others. But you guys deserve this."

"We're not trying to replace you." James said. "Like we said, we didn't mean for this."

"I know you didn't." Her façade was going to crack any moment. "Congratulations." Emma's voice broke. She turned to leave when James' hand stopped her. She didn't even realize he was there.

"C'mere." He pulled her in.

"I'm just so scared." She said, gulping for air. Mentally, she cursed; this was not the time for a panic attack. "I finally get what I've always wanted and it's all gone, just like that." She snapped her fingers to illustrate.

"But Emma, it's not going away." Snow said, making her way over to her daughter, as well. "We're not replacing you, or forgetting you. This was an accident. We aren't going to love this baby more than you. You'll always be special."

"Yeah, okay." Emma gave a humorous laugh. "I'll definitely be your special daughter. I can't even get your names right half the time! At least this one will call you 'mom' and 'dad'."

"You did just call us mom and dad." Snow said.

"Well, yeah." Emma did her best not to roll her eyes. "I'm getting better, and now this." She clapped a hand over her mouth. "That was cruel. I think I'm gonna go to bed. Maybe in the morning I'll be able to think of something good to say. Goodnight, sorry."

"We should've waited." James mumbled.

"She'll get over it." Snow said, putting her head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. In 33 years." With that, James headed up to their room.

SO, THIS WAS SHORTER. I MEANT TO HAVE IT UP LAST NIGHT. IT'S MORE OF A FILLER BECAUSE I FELT BAD ABOUT LEAVING YOU WITH THAT BIG CLIFFY. NOW I'M GOING TO START THE NEXT CHAPTER.